The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

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bathwater from my mouth and f

title," I said, my voice low and steady. "Leave this

sound coarse and ugly

erritory, sweetheart," one of

ocal police answer to Cassius'

of cigar smoke, his dark eyes filled

rd, a cruel sneer tw

she mocked. "You will never unders

fying smirk c

calm. "Does being mafia royalty grant you the right

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pool of her own blood. It solidified my belief that eve

diated an aura of freezing indifference that ma

napped her fingers. "Bring in the main pr

glass jar. It was filled to the

dose of terror," Bianca

ey waited for me to leap from the tub in panic so the

ged forward with his hands outstretched, aim

s jaw in a brutal, precise strike. The sound of the bon

r. "If you ever touch me again, I w

th Cassius, refu

tion your men violating me i

is shoulders with

e," he cited. "I share my spoils with

elling myself short. They eagerly ripped the h

ches poured out like a dark

from my face. My breat

moves left on the board, bitch," he taunted, declaring

vanished from the surface of

. They shoved each other out of the way, fig

ra recording, ready to capture the

returned, shar

e game have chan

ding the fragile civilian disguise and summ

a great sheet of water into t

the edge of the tub. I swept the legs of the near

sheet from the nearby heated rack and

avy oak doors of the bedroom expl

ors and shoving the Vitiello soldiers aside. They cleared the bathroom threshold in seconds, forming an impenetrable wall of kevlar and muscle betwee

, the thick cotton of the towe

thority of a Don, and it carried t

," I told them. "And th